Seventh Song

Still heavy air
after a storm,
suddenly heavy heart.

Each time that song
seems to pause the night.
Stretching three minutes
into the darkness.

Veiled in deja vu mist,
I listen, waiting for
the inevitable progression,
anticipating each laden verse.

Elusive, the connection
between you and the music.
Just the whisper of our moments
murmur in my mind,
with the rhythm.

Notes then drift
into brief silence.
Nostalgia incense dissipates.
The dim green light
now shines an eight.
The seventh song is over.